Just five minutes into the game, the down jacket striker scored a goal, and the score became 1:0.

The hundreds of fans of the oral liquid team in the stands of the Chuncheng Stadium were silent at this time, although they did not cheer for the opposing team, nor did they boo their own team, they all looked at the center of the stadium silently, listening to the shouts of more than 200 fans from Tiedong City.

At this time, the fans of the oral liquid team were all looking at No. 10 Zhu Jingze, who was running with the ball in the center of the stadium, especially those female fans, staring at him one by one, and some people also covered their mouths with small hands, looking at their idols, and they all hoped that their idols could play extraordinarily today and lead the oral liquid team to give a blow to the distant team.

As No. 10 Zhu Jing rushed into the opponent's half of the court with the ball, especially when he rushed to the opponent's goal, all the female fans were excited and shouted loudly:

"Zhu Jingze!

"Zhu Jingze!

"I love you!"

Seeing No. 10 Zhu Jing break through two defenders in a row, even the male fans shouted loudly, and a trace of hope flashed in his eyes: Could it be that the oral liquid team can surprise us today and score a goal against the other side?

I have to say that the fans of the oral liquid team have been ravaged by the oral liquid team, and they don't expect the oral liquid team to win now, or even to expect the oral liquid team to draw, they just hope that they can score a goal, even if the opponent keeps scoring after a goal, it's better than shaving their heads.

Even the female radio reporter shouted in front of the pickup: "Zhu Jing has the ball! Zhu Jing is sprinting with the ball! The opponent has come to stop on the 5th." No. 10 Zhu Jing leaned to the left, and the opponent No. 5 ran to the left. Zhu Jing twisted his body to the right and rushed! Over! Zhu Jing skillfully deceived the opposing defenders, and another defender rushed over. Zhu Jing accelerated! He passed, he passed again! Beautiful! He is now only 25 meters away from the goal......

However, their hopes were shattered by the ruthless reality, and the No. 10 Zhu Jing, who was running, suddenly stopped for some reason, and the ball rolled in front of him.

All the fans of the oral liquid team who were chanting covered their mouths one by one, and the female fans looked dull and frightened.

They couldn't believe what they had just seen: Zhu Jing suddenly clutched his thighs, his expression painful, and he fell on his back.

The football was rolling farther and farther away, the speed was getting slower and slower, and the opponent's goalkeeper's serious face just now became relaxed, and there was a smile on his face, and he walked unhurriedly towards the still rolling football.

Obviously, Zhu Jing was injured!

The female radio reporter said sadly and regretfully: "...... No. 10 Zhu Jing was injured! His expression was so painful, which showed that his injuries were not light. If he can't keep playing, it will be miserable, the oral liquid team will undoubtedly lose their soul, and the oral liquid team will undoubtedly lose motivation. No. 12 Zhao Xiaoyun will be difficult to support alone. Poor Zhu Jingze, poor oral liquid team, and even more poor fans of our oral liquid team. Could it be that our oral liquid team will end this game with a zero egg this time and politely give three points to the opponent?"

The referee blew the whistle to call for a timeout.

Ma Xiaojin, the head coach of the oral liquid team, had a blue face and looked at the deep sky.

Although it was still early, the faint haze made the sky look dark and heavy.

The team doctor of the oral liquid team quickly made a substitution gesture to Ma Xiaojin, who was waiting for news on the sidelines: No. 10 Zhu Jing could not hold on to the game, and the team must be replaced as soon as possible.

"It's really unlucky!" Ma Xiaojin scolded in his heart. At the moment when Zhu Jingze fell, Ma Xiaojin had a bad premonition in his heart, and he knew that his time in the team had entered the countdown.

In five rounds, the team led by himself only scored one point, not to mention the bottom of the rankings, and only scored one goal in total, and no one will be satisfied with whoever is the boss.

He knew that his team couldn't beat the strong down jacket team today, and he was ready to score zero points, but he still hoped that Zhu Jingze and Zhao Xiaoyun could pour a goal into each other, so that he and the whole team would have a better face.

For this reason, he also talked to Zhu Jingze and Zhao Xiaoyun privately, and gave them a big promise, promising to give them a large sum of money. Who knows how it will end up being like this.

When Ma Xiaojin was so depressed on the side of the field that he wanted to scold his mother, there was a burst of schadenfreude shouts from the stands.

More than 200 fans who came from Tiedong City waved a huge flag, embroidered with a golden hammer on a blue background, and the hammer was the team emblem of Tiedong fans. This is Tiedong City...... It should be said that it is the largest fan organization in Jibei Province "Sweeping Thousands of Troops".

They are the most die-hard fans in Tiedong City, because the down jacket team represents Tiedong City, they resolutely support the down jacket team, and when they saw Ma Xiaojin's demeanor, they shouted:

"Ma Xiaojin, get out of class!"

"Surrender!"

"Surrender, you don't have anyone to play football anymore!"

Faced with the taunting and joking shouts of "sweeping thousands of troops", Ma Xiaojin set his sights on the bench.

Originally, it was normal for the team to make substitutions, but when the game just started, and he was the soul of the team, where would Ma Xiaojin be willing?

His grim gaze swept over the faces of the substitutes with different expressions.

The expressions of the substitute players were all numb, and there was no such thing as scrambling to play.

Ma Xiaojin sighed helplessly: This team is really hopeless.

You have to know that players are a rare opportunity to play and all the substitutes rack their brains to get this opportunity. And arranging who to play is the treatment and power of the head coach, as long as he firmly grasps this power, all players have to obediently listen to him.

But now, the players don't even want to play football, and they even have timidity and fear in their eyes. How does this call him command?

Ma Xiaojin knew why they had become like this: they were unwilling to accompany the oral liquid team to the funeral.

A good game can bring fame and benefits to a player, and can give a player more confidence when they move to a new team. On the contrary, a game that loses too much will only minus points for players looking for a new owner.

It doesn't matter if the team has a future, the players have a chance to perform, and they may be able to achieve good results in the future to be liked by the future club. However, if a team is about to be disbanded, and a game is bound to lose by a big score, how will the players be willing to play? The longer they play, the more they lose face, and the worse the impression will be on the minds of the new owners in the future.

Ma Xiaojin shook his head slightly, and had to look at Jiang Xinwei's face.

。 Sogou